St. Francisville, Louisiana
by Martha Rogers
As part of a genealogy trip, my husband and I visited this little
town in Louisiana to research my great-great grandparents.
This quaint town is set on a loessal ridge created by the dust storms of the Glacier
Period. These ridges that form vertical cliffs sometimes ninety feet high extend
from Baton Rouge into Tennessee, and the ridges are actually the foothills of
the Appalachians.
Thirty-five or so miles north of Baton Rouge, it is the oldest town in the Florida Parishes, and it has been called the
town two miles long and two yards wide. Early Spanish Cauchins in need of a
highland burial ground received a land grant from their king and built a wooden
monastery sometime between 1773 and 1785. The settlement which straggled up
around the cemetery and monastery took its name from the order's gentle patron.
St. Francis.
Below the
bluffs of St. Francisville a different sort of town grew. Bayou Sara took its
name and impetus from the creek which provided flatboaters a safe anchorage.
With the steamboat, Bayou Sara became one of the largest cotton ports on the
river. Its rowdy richness fell with civil war, fire, flood, and the boll
weevil taking their toll. Hardly a trace remains today. This is the town where my great-great
grandfather owned a shipping company. It now lies at the bottom of the Mississippi River after a flood destroyed the town in the early 20th century.
Here is a map of the area along the Mississippi River where the shipping company flourished prior to 1861. We believe it occupied the building with the 269 number on it and included a warehouse where he stored cotton until it was shipped up the river, but no one could tell us for certain.
Here is a map of the area along the Mississippi River where the shipping company flourished prior to 1861. We believe it occupied the building with the 269 number on it and included a warehouse where he stored cotton until it was shipped up the river, but no one could tell us for certain.
St. Francisville has survived the forces that destroyed
the little town just below them. It reflects the growth and character of the
surrounding countryside. A stroll through its historic center awakens a sense
of place and an awareness of history with two centuries of architecture and
life styles. As of the census of 2000, there
were 1,712 people, 693 households, and 456 families residing in the town.
Protestant churches in Louisiana. The other one in the area is the Methodist Church with a bell tower dating from 1803.
During the Civil War, Union Navy ships
bombarded the coast and cannon shots up the hill damaged Grace Church. Despite
the bombardment and damage, it was the site of the Masonic burial ceremony of
Union Navy officer, John E. Hart,
who had died aboard his ship while taking part in the Union blockade of the
Mississippi River. In June 1863, the war stood still as Confederate
Officer W.W. Leake, the Senior Warden for the oldest Masonic Lodge in the state,
arranged for the burial plot and rites at Grace Church. Every June a three-day
commemoration called "The Day the War Stopped" is held. (For
more information about this event, see my post of May 11, 2013.)
glimpse into what life was like in the mid 19th Century. The homes where my great-grandparents and their families lived are no longer there, but houses similar to theirs are still in existence where the town retains the flavor of days gone by. This home is named "The Myrtles" and is a Louisiana style with the wrought iron decor setting off the porches of the house.
Below is a picture of one of the dozens
of trees on the the land that give the plantation its name. Those are my cousins sitting under the tree during our visit there in 2005.
Rosedown is a more traditional southern plantation style home. It has the balconies that are seen so often in Louisiana homes. The picture of a child's bed gives a glimpse into the lifestyle of the mid-nineteenth century.
Down the road a piece, toward Baton Rouge, is the site of a Civil War battle at Port Hudson. Walking through the quiet trees, I closed my eyes and could almost hear the sounds of battle raging around me. It was a moving experience, especially after I found my great-grandfather's brother listed as one of the officers taken as a prisoner of war.
My cousins and I re-visited the town in June, 2005, the month our great-grandparents were married at Grace Church. There we celebrated the 150th anniversary of that marriage and theirs is the love story portrayed in my novel, Love Stays True.
Martha Rogers is a free-lance writer and was named Writer of the Year at the Texas Christian Writers Conference in 2009 and writes a weekly devotional for ACFW. Martha and her husband Rex live in Houston where they enjoy spending time with their grandchildren. A former English and Home Economics teacher, Martha loves to cook and experimenting with recipes and loves scrapbooking when she has time. She has written three series, Winds Across the Prairie and Seasons of the Heart and The Homeward Journey. Book three in that series, Love Never Fails, released in November, 2014.
I love your family stories, Martha! You have a fascinating and rich history.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rebecca. Digging up all that information was the fun part and the more I learned, the more I knew I had to write Manfred and Sallie's story.
DeleteAh ... Rosedown. Rich memory from many long years ago ... there is a Stephanie buried in the family plot there. I think seeing her name there played a part many years later in my fascination with old cemeteries and the stories they tell. Thank you, Martha, for the reminder. How wonderful that you know your family history and that you had the opportunity to connect with the past in such a rich way.
ReplyDeleteOh, I loved Rosedown. So glad you were able to visit there, too. I love old cemeteries and found a number of my ancestors buried at Grace Church. It connects the past to the present for me.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason I did not think that whole towns were buried in the river. I really like the churches, as husband was in ministry. He is dying of cancer at this juncture in our lives. My husband always loved the big porches I see ion these homes. Thanks for your post. Sm wileygreen1(at)yahoo(dot)com
ReplyDeleteOh Martha, I love these big homes. Course wouldn't be fun to have to clean them. It is great that you know so much of your family history. Wish it was the same for me. My daughter-in-law was checking the ancestry of my mother's family. She showed me a little but has never finished. I loved your post. Maxie > mac262(at)me(dot)com <
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